Wedding My Ex's Uncle (Kaia and Alden) novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106 No Smoking Allowed

Jimmy’s excitement surged.

The louder the plagiarism scandal grew, the better it was for

him.

Kaia nodded, her mind already organizing the next steps.

“Mr. Moore, I understand. I’ll need to review the details you’ve shared. Please send me all the evidence you have—chat logs, call recordings, the fifty–thousand–dollar payment receipt, and the refund confirmation. Once you’re ready, you can reach out directly to the lawyers at Catalyst Law Firm. These are strong pieces of evidence.”

Jimmy’s face lit up with gratitude. “Ms. Domont, thank you so much. Really.”

Kaia offered a warm smile. “Don’t thank me. Thank yourself for having the guts to speak up. Without your courage, none of this would’ve gained traction.”

Lucien’s assistant, Frank, hesitated before speaking. “Mr. Graves, Mr. Alden Graves is waiting outside. Should I let him in?”

Lucien glanced at his phone, noting five missed calls, and shook

don’t know when I’ll be free.”

Frank, who knew the situation well, sighed inwardly.

Lucien was playing hardball, not just with his nephew but with his niece too, cleaning house in one fell swoop.

He knew it all traced back to Kaia.

Once again, Frank realized just how much weight Kaia carried in his boss’s heart.

Alden, unable to get through to Lucien, tried calling his father, Zane, but his phone was off, likely because he was on a flight.

A message from Luna flashed on his screen.

[Alden, have you reached Uncle Lucien yet?]

His frustration boiled over.

Everything had been fine until that blasted plagiarism scandal exploded online.

If it weren’t for Luna, he wouldn’t be stuck dealing with some artist’s mess.

However, even stepping in personally hadn’t killed the trending topic.

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X Media’s higher–ups were on friendly terms with Lucien, which was why Alden had come to him for help in the first place.

But when he came, he learned that Lucien was in a “meeting“.

The “plagiarism” label had been plastered across X for a full five hours now.

Every minute it lingered chipped away at Luna’s carefully crafted image.

Luna couldn’t wait any longer and called him.

“Alden, can’t you talk to Uncle Lucien’s assistant? Tell him it’s

urgent.”

Alden’s patience was fraying. “You think I haven’t tried? You know how Uncle Lucien is. He hates being interrupted during meetings.”

He wouldn’t dare barge in.

And pulling strings to kill a trending topic wasn’t something he could escalate to Allen.

That would only make Luna look worse in Allen’s eyes—and make him look incompetent.

If word got out that he couldn’t handle something as simple as a

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social media storm, the Graves family name would take a hit.

Luna’s voice cracked, on the verge of tears. “What are we supposed to do?”

Alden’s temper snapped. “Luna, didn’t you swear that song was your original gift to me?”

He hadn’t expected someone to call her out for plagiarism.

Luna froze, scrambling for words.

“Alden, please, I didn’t copy anything. I swear! I don’t know how this happened.” Her voice broke into sobs.

When love ran hot, a lover’s tears tugged at the heart.

When it cooled, those same tears felt like a suffocating poison.

“Luna, enough with the crying,” Alden said, his voice sharp. “I’m working on it. Give me some time. Your tears aren’t fixing anything.”

He paused, exasperation spilling over. “If it’s too much, maybe after we’re married, you should just be a full–time wife. The entertainment world’s too messy for you.”

Luna went still.

Hadn’t Alden promised to support her dreams, no matter what?

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wing ner to quit?

No. She wouldn’t give up that casily.

“Alden, I’m sorry. I’ll stop crying and wait for your update, okay?” she said, forcing her voice to steady.

Alden rubbed his temples, exhausted. “Fine.”

He lit a cigarette in his office, the smoke curling around his frustration.

“Ugh, who’s smoking in here? Didn’t Mr. Graves set a rule about this?”

A young woman from Admin pushed the door open. When she saw who it was, she paused in surprise.

“Oh, Mr. Alden Graves. It’s you.”

“What do you want?” Alden snapped, his usual warmth replaced by a cold edge.

“Nothing, sir!” she stammered.

She hesitated, then added cautiously, “It’s just… Mr. Graves doesn’t like smoking in the office areas,”

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Alden’s irritation flared. This was Graves Group headquarters, not Lucien’s personal kingdom. His father was a key figure here,

too.

As Zane’s son, he couldn’t even light up in his own company without catching flak?

The woman shrank back, unnerved by his icy glare.

Frank, passing by, caught the scene and stepped in. “What’s going on?”

The woman glanced at him nervously. “Mr. Gallagher, I was just reminding Mr. Alden Graves that smoking’s not allowed in the office areas.”

Frank gave Alden a measured look before turning to her. “Alright, head home for the day.”

He offered Alden a polite smile. “Mr. Alden Graves, don’t take it personally. Mr. Graves set a strict no–smoking policy for the office. Whether it’s executives or board members, everyone’s expected to follow it. Even your father, Mr. Zane Graves, makes no exception.”

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